Final Fleece
Far off cry of arrowed geese
Climbing above Golden Fleece.
Other leaf long now dropped
Into farmer’s field sparsely cropped.
Winter flow runs deeply cold
Cutting a line in landscape bold.
Winter sky of sallow blue
Extenuates Golden Fleece hue.
The last stand – Weeping Willow
Ready to rest on winter’s pillow
The final tree, the final fleece
Is ready to cast its last release.
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